wrong have we done?
No one dares ( or is scared) to cross our path,
Perchance when people stumble upon us –
with noses covered they flee.
Our fate do we accept with dignity,
But the scorn and utter neglect,
For the destiny stamped upon us
From man makes us truly sick.
Imagine the dilemma and the chaos,
If we dont exist –
The mortality and the epidemics
If we don't labor.
We carry the burden
of one and all,
No grief nor remorse –
Always ready to take more.
The vagabonds and orphaned ones
Fill their stomachs sumptuously
from our coffers – these noble deeds
vouchsafe our service to society.
Sacrifice is our forte,
And magnanimity is our slogan,
Hence I beckon my brethren,
To plough on these verses for
The next time you tread near us
We expect a smile in place of a spit!
Gladwin George I'm a language trainer working in Oman. I'm
from Kerala. I write poems. This poem personalizes the dustbins
and expresses their melancholy in a lighter vein.